Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Ron's China Daily Article


Digging for roots
By Ron Hollander
Updated: 2007-09-14 07:40

Children on the roots-seeking tour at the Children's Palace in Shanghai. Ron Hollander

The handmade signs in the shapes of apples and hearts bobbed above the heads of the beaming grade school children lining the driveway of Qi Yi primary school, in Beijing's Haidian District.

Clad in red scarves and blue and white uniforms, the Chinese children welcoming us strained to hold their signs high, so we could see them through the tinted windows of our air-conditioned bus.

They read like a who's-who of the American, Canadian and Australian children on our tour: Tara, Tayler, Kim Lisa, Sarah Lian Wenhui, and my own daughter, Mei Ming ("beautiful and bright").

It was the second day of the Families With Children Adopted From China Roots-Seeking Summer Camp trip, in which 44 children and as many parents were returning to the motherland for 12 days to immerse themselves in the country of their birth. The program, founded in 2005, is 55 percent subsidized by the Chinese government, so that the approximately 73,000 children - mostly girls - adopted from China can learn about their birth-culture.

"Wherever they go in the world, they will always remain our children, too," said Lei Zhengang, deputy director of the Culture and Education Department associated with the China Overseas Exchanges Association. "We have sympathetic feelings for our children abroad, and they will always be linked to our Chinese traditional culture."

At the school, the mostly American children piled off the bus, to search for their names and the children holding them. Mei Ming, adopted in Wuhan in 1995 when she was 5 months old, quickly found her Chinese counterpart. While the Qi Yi marching band played, they soon walked off hand-in-hand for a tour of the school.

One of the goals of the Heritage Tour is for the adopted children to learn about China. Mei Ming approached that through her own, suburban New Jersey lens, asking her new friend how she got to school.

"So, do you take the bus, or do your parents drive you?" she naively asked. The answer: She walked or rode her bike.

That was just one, tiny nugget of cultural lore that my daughter and the others learned about what life would have been like had they remained in China. Everything from food (no cheeseburgers) to the cost of MP4 players (cheap, but are they authentic?) went into the mix. That was exactly how the parents wanted it.

"People have to understand where their roots are, where they came from," said Phil Strauss, a lean, outdoorsman who owns a parking business in Boston, and who is the father of 9-year-old Betty Jane. "Otherwise, there's a tremendous void when they grow up. As you get older, you start to wonder. I don't want that for BE-BE (Betty Jane)."

Other parents were similarly motivated to take the $675 trip ($985 for parents), excluding airfare - very reasonable compared to other private, non-government-supported heritage tours.

"Six months ago, my daughter Emma said: 'You're lucky, you have grandma, you know where you came from'," said Joni Robinson, an instructional coach for teachers in New Haven, Connecticut. "So, I realized it was time to give her a background, and then we'd all kind of be Chinese-American together."

Donna Ellis, a lawyer in New York, agreed. "Since the day I got Shayna (now 11), I knew I would make the pilgrimage back," said Ellis, who enlivened the tour by enthusiastically buying and irrepressibly modeling ethnic head dresses in every city. "I wanted her to see her birth-country, to experience what it's really like to be Chinese. That's something I can't give her, no matter how hard I try."

Or, as Robinson understatedly put it, "Going to Chinatown is just not the same".

This was the first summer that Canadian and Australian families were included on the tour, and parental sentiments knew no national boundaries. "I want Lilli to have a better appreciation for both cultures," said Patti Carr, of Ontario, Canada, of her 9-year-old daughter from Guangdong Province. "She will always have a dual identity, so I want her to understand both those identities."

Because the tour has grown, it has been split into two itineraries. Coordinating manager Lisa Kifer, who volunteers her time from Columbus, Ohio, and who herself is the mother of two girls adopted from China, anticipated that a third itinerary may be added.



The author with his daughter Mei Ming at a panda facility in Chengdu. Ken Horii

The entire group spent four days in Beijing at the beginning of the tour, and two days in Shanghai at the end. But in between, half went to Xi'an, Hangzhou and Suzhou, while my group toured Chengdu and Guilin, moving from plane to bus to cable car to foot at a needlessly dizzying pace that left us exhausted, and speculating: "If it's Tuesday, it must be Guilin."

Kifer said that the tour was a natural outgrowth of a government program begun in 1984 to bring Chinese children born or living overseas back to China for two weeks. One week would be spent seeing tourist attractions, while the other would be spent visiting their family's home province. That program is still conducted in even-numbered years, and now has thousands of participants.

But the unique aspect of the Children Adopted From China trip is that children who may be isolated and sometimes even ridiculed back home for bearing what their unenlightened classmates could view as the double stigma of being adopted and of being from China, now find themselves traveling with children exactly like themselves.

"I'm sort of embarrassed back home when I'm the only kid adopted from a different country on the other side of the world," said Betty Jane Moore-Strauss, 9. "But this makes me feel great, because I'm not embarrassed anymore."

"I don't feel different," said 9-year-old Danielle Comer from upstate New York, "because there's a lot of Chinese people around me now."

The older children on the tour, which has now brought families from 18 American states, with children adopted from 12 provinces, agree.

"It's a big relief to know what it really looks like," said Kifer's 12-year-old daughter, Elizabeth. "You know where you lived, and you don't have to think where you lived. It fills in a blank in you."

"It makes me more proud to say I'm from China," said Olivia Paradis, 13. "It's kind of sad if you're born in China and (have) never been here."

"Yeah," chimed in Mei Ming. "It's really pathetic."

Another special feature of the tour is that many families chose on their own to visit the orphanages from which their children were adopted, either before or after the tour. While for the parents this can be a nostalgic trip back to a wonderful moment in their lives - the culmination of years of dreaming about creating a family - for the children, this can be a daunting experience, fraught with nervousness and stirring up feelings of having been abandoned at birth.

Several of the parents said that while they were planning to visit the orphanage, their children weren't sure they wanted to go in, were afraid of being the center of attention and feared that they would find it dirty and depressing.

Mei Ming, who visited her welcoming and modern orphanage in Wuhan last year when she went on the tour with her mother, nevertheless said that it was not a happy experience.

"It disappointed me to think I was one of those kids that no one really wanted," she said. "I sort of regret going there. I imagined it special, but it was not. I was one of those kids who were useless, unimportant to their birth parents, just dumped somewhere."

Mei Ming, in the seventh grade in Montclair, New Jersey, also has her own, unique view of being among so many people who looked like her. "In the United States, me and my adopted friends are special," she said. "Here, I just feel the same as everyone else. I lose that special something that makes me me. It makes me want to say to them: 'Never come to the USA. This is my turf, so don't come here'."

But there is no denying that the tour dispels negative stereotypes that otherwise haunt these children. "It's really cool how I can see where I'm from," said Avery Gray, 13, of New Jersey, whose mother, Doris Chew, was raised by Chinese parents in New York. "I thought I'd be in an old hotel, with no showers, starving, that my stomach would hurt, stuff would be stolen. Instead - wow - it's so much different than what I thought it would be."

On the last night of the tour, following individual home visits to Shanghai families, we gathered in the lobby of our hotel for sentimental goodbyes. There were some tears, but I think there was also a sense of gratefulness to China, of course, for "giving" us our children in the first place, but then for caring enough about them to sponsor such a bountiful tour.

Speaking of the children, Kifer said: "They know their family doesn't fit here, doesn't fit at home, and yet here, this country is treating them as honored guests."

Linking a reception held last year for the tour and the origins of her own daughter, Kifer said in a choked voice: "Who would think that a child abandoned in a shoe box would then be walking into the Great Hall of the People."

Ron Hollander was a Fulbright fellow in Beijing from 1994-1996 when he adopted his daughter. He teaches journalism at Montclair State University in New Jersey.


Link
. Speaking of digging for roots, we found Shayna's literal roots....

Author and daughter with Chengdu panda.

Look, Look, Look!

Ron Hollander wrote up the tour and here's his piece in China Daily! Don't wait, read it noooww!!

Sunday, August 5, 2007

31 July

Ca. midnight. They're baaaaaack!!!!

Lucy was so happy that her Mommy returned to her.

3 July

Apologies for any readers out there. This entry is obviously long-delayed.

Worse, it's being written fom my God-awful and hence is really brief.

IIRC:

Morning, off to the TV Tower for a view of Beijing from a high position.

Except, as was not uncommon, it was a really hazy morning. Clear visibility was limited to a couple hundred yards.

Next: a drive by the Olympics stadium en route to a... *%#@, forgot what it's called.... Freedom store?? Anyway, a place to purchase souvenirs at allegedly low prices with a restaurant in the back.

Lunched there, shopped there.

Actually, stopped there, lunched there, shopped there in '97 too...

....also en route to the Great Wall then too. What a small world....

(In '97 remember buying suitcase locks; nothing so mudane availeable now. This trip, bought jade necklace things for Shayna's posse.)

In '97, went to the Great Wall to discover that 2 May was May Day, too, with the Wall (or at least the part to which we were headed) closed to allow dignitaries access without any touristy riff-raff around.... Hours on a bus in stop + go traffic.

But at least when we reached the Great Wall, it was a relatively level stretch.

But not in 2007, oh, noooooo. This time, it was a stretch accessed by a brief cable car ride. And the area itself was very steep. A lot of stairs in really hot and humid weather.

On the way back to the bus, Donna bought her first in a series of silly hats. Eventually, it became a source of small amusement to our, um, comrades. (Note that the group was split into two groups for the tour. One group was cool, the other one was the other one.) I bought a sort of cowboy hat that Shayna adopted -- became her trademark for the rest of the tour -- til forgotten in Zhenjiang. (It also baked her brains in the heat; it was not a hot weather hat.)

from there, next and last stop for the evening was a Beijing duck dinner at a near classy Beijing duck factory of a restaurant. A number of girls, bored, headed to the parking lot where they played with their Chinese yoyos.

And look to the far right; some strange guy is photographing this as well....


See Shayna. See shayna look way, way up where she flung her yoyo. Forget whether she caught it, though....

As I said, that was the day, if I remember correctly....

Sunday, July 29, 2007

The Girls Still on the Road....

When we last reported, two guys in the general store (refugees from Wyoming and New Zealand) in what was I later advised was China Camp, Calif., population at that moment, 85. (More here.)

Donna demurred the beer.

From there, a couple of days in a cabin near Lake Tahoe, a couple of hours in kayaks on the lake, then on to the redwoods, Napa, and a little altitude sickness for Shayna at here.

We All Took Better Photos than This

The Li River via National Geographic.

My photos are here, any of which blah blah blah....

I report, you decide....


Monday, July 23, 2007

A Note from Donna

still on the road and loving ca. we are going to yosemite tomorrow, we visited a town called "China Camp, a town of 83. What a hoot. I didn't see any Chinese, but 2 guys at the general store wanted me to hang out and drink beers with the. Either I still have what it takes or in a town of 83, anything looks good. What a minute, I did sing along with them to Stevie Windwood's "Gimmie Some Loving". Could that have inspired them to ask Shayna and me to hang out????

Saturday, July 21, 2007

18 July

Good-bye, China!

Hopped a cab for what we had been told was a one-hour ride to the Pudong airport. (we had arrived in Shnaghai's other airport, about a ten minute ride from the Galaxy in west Shanghai. Pudong is way across the city in eastern Shanghai.) Cab driver, bless him as were leaving about an hour later than we had wanted, flew: Got there in a little more than half an hour. Lack of traffic -- we beat morning rush leaving the hotel at 6:00?? -- helped as did often going -- well, well over the speed limit....

Girls flew to San Francisco, starting point for two weeks in and around central California.

First, the twin nightmares of starting to finish packing at 4:00 for a prospective 5:00 departure (blown big time). Then I went online where the Shanghai-Beijing appeared to maybe (or maybe not) have been cancelled. Called Air-China, travel agent, no clear answers, decided to continue anyway.

Getting to Beijing was again a nightmare albeit a much lesser one than the prior trip to. Landing initially delayed "because of weather", then we were to land at airport 90 miles away to tank up; that was cancelled and we instead continued on where we landed so late that I pretty much had to rush for my connection. According to "plan", I would have had a little downtime with the girls before boarding. Instead, by the time we got luggage, got checked in, got through customs and got to the gate, my flight was boarding.

Nearing landing in Beijing, we did a little arts and crafts with air sickness bags. I drew a bio-hazard symbol, wrote a warning re: toxic contents and drew a skull and bones. I then filled it with air, sealed, the bag, and gave it to Shayna who gave it to one of the stewardesses on disembarking. I do believe she smiled and got a joke if not the joke....

Otherwise, Beijing to JFK was OK; sold out enough to request people to volunteer to be bumped yet the middle seat in my three-across (on the wing, where there's no seat in front!) was empty; go figure; then again, it is Air-China.

Flight otherwise OK, ditto, the girls' flight.

I bussed to Grand Central then Metro-Northed and cabbed home. Shayna called while I was on the train and they were in a cab en route to their hotel, malready missing her dad....

And Lucy was ever-so-slightly happy to see her dad....

17 July

The end of the road, as it were, a day trip with Sandi to Hangzhou, a small city with a tourist destination of a beautiful lake, mostly surrounded by beautiful hills (albeit not on the level of Guilin), with things to do and buy. We walked two causeways going about one-third across the lake. Donna, Shayna and I took a grossly underpowered boat onto a restricted area of the lake for half an hour, giving Shayna another opportunity to skipper a ship (last being when we busted loose in Peoples' Park in Chengdu).

Ended up at an early dinner in the Hyatt, which had a restaurant where Sandi wanted to eat but which did not open that early. We then tried to shlep back to the train station, Donna stopped to buy food for two little child-beggars and their "responsible adult". Couldn't quite find and make it to the station, ended up cabbing about six blocks... but we were fried....

Returned to the Galaxy and Donna went online to make reservations for San Francisco and even managed to get a few hours of sleep....

Donna Writes the Group....

Hi All,

Shay and I are in CA enjoying the dry cool San francisco days. I really enjoyed traveling with all of you and I miss you. We're out and about all day so it's difficult to find the time to write cos I'm beat at the end of the day. Also, my email account is messed up at the moment awaiting the IT department to straighten it out. We should be home in about 10 days, at which time I will begin to plan the reunion!!!! It's late, so I'm heading to sleep. Just wanted all of you to know that you made our travels so much fun. In fact, the best part of the trip was each of you.

Lots of love,

donna

p.s. to Phil, I'm singing a lullaby to you as I write. hahahhahahaha

Friday, July 20, 2007

Letter from Tibet

One of the parents on our tour, Ron Hollander, writes:
Hi, All.

Because so many expressed envy at Mei Ming's and my Tibet trip, I
thought I'd share some of it with you. In a word, it was stupendous!
I've been all over the world, but nothing compares to the "exoticness"
(I know that's a colonial construct, but there it is) of Lhasa (and we
didn't even take any of the many day trips out of the city). I felt I
could have been confined to one block, and never tired of the scene, nor
never stopped shooting and taping: The stream of Buddhist pilgrims
making pilgrimage to the temple; many of them advancing two steps, then
prostrating themselves on the pavement to the four points of the
compass, then taking two more steps and repeating; push carts of
vegetables and fruits, with hawkers holding hand scales to weigh their
sales; motor scooters with cool kids weaving through the throng; porters
bent under bales of produce; holy men sitting on the street, reciting
page after page of prayers; souvenir booths lining the street; monks in
saffron and maroon robes--some with yellow hoods--posing proudly for me;
the cacophony of hawkers, prayers, bike bells, honking horns...you begin
to get the picture.

The Potola Palace was stunning not merely in its size, looming over the
city, and in its storiedness (remember Shangrila) but in the wealth of
its interior (what happened to ascetic, non-materialistic Buddhism?).
The towering, gold coffins of prior dalai lamas put what I saw in King
Tut's tomb to shame. The city was a fascinating meld of bustling
commerce and intense religiosity. Very friendly; people had the most
stunning smiles, and their faces were so, so different from what we had
seen on our tour. Oddly, many more people spoke English (mostly
Tibetans, not Hans) than I found in most parts of rural China. Bing and
I stayed in a really gorgeous Tibetan hotel that was a converted
merchant's courtyard home ($90/day, though there are many far cheaper).
We slept on kangs, the furniture was all authentic, the walls were stone
and orange rough plaster, and the food (lots of yak) was delicious. So
different from most of our soulless, overly glitzy Chinese hotels.

However, it's not for everyone, and certainly should not be part of our
tour. To start with, you need a travel permit, which of course in
typical Chinese style has to be paid for in renmenbi, not credit card
(one of the reasons we arrived early in Beijing, to visit the tour
operator with our cash, about $100/person). There are no direct flights
(most through Chengdu or Xi'an), so it takes most of a day of travel.
However, we easily bought our tix in advance through our travel agent,
and had them in hand when we arrived in Beijing (about $700/person RT).
Most importantly, Lhasa is at 15,000 feet (some of the surrounding day
trips are to even higher altitudes), and it can take several days to
acclimate. I did fairly well, but Ming was still short of breath and a
little head-achy even when we left, despite her using portable oxygen
bottles commonly available. Apparently there's no predicting who will
be affected; marathoners can suffer, while smokers can feel fine; kids
can be great or not.

Even with the above hassles, it was unbelievable. If travel is to
discover the "other", to find life as different as possible from yours,
then Lhasa is a prime candidate. I want to go back. If any of you want
my email contacts--as I provided some before leaving--let me know.
[Slightly editted for publication.]

Monday, July 16, 2007

16 July

A mellow day; was supposed to go to Hangzhou with Sandi. Got to lovely new Shanghai South rail station to find out that the chosen train was apparently sold out and, perhaps more importantly, no at the station spoke any adequate amount of English.

So bought tickets for 16 July.

We then took the lovely new subway to Shanghai's Peoples' Park. Went on a few rides with Shayna (swinging boat and bumper cars; Sandi rode the carousel with her and Shayna soloed one ride). For some reason, I wasn't the only one eager to bump her on the bumper cars.... Also, again, tool copious photos -- Donna too -- including a few of a woman with a really huge lens, much larger than Professor Hollander's.

From there, went to an amusing, ineptly managed, apparently well-known dumpling restaurant in... Old Town.

From there, our mission was to find the counterfeit center of the city, where the quality merchandise was.

We failed.

Best we could do were DVDs of the brand-spanking new "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix" and the relatively aged classic, "The Graduate" for a whopping 14 yuan.

We then toured the nearby Shanghai Library, possibly the largest library with the fewest actual books. (Which makes sense; think about it.)

We then split up, us to return to the hotel to begin packing and to have a mediocre, slightly overpriced dinner at the hotel, after which we went to a local equivalent of 7-11. (Dinner included spaghetti bolognese, reminiscent of '97 except this time the sauce was red but lacking cream and meat... the more things change....